[Vancouver] This was the band I’d come to see and I watched
them mill around by the side of the stage while waiting through the band before
them. I could tell this girl was a mean primapunk from the second I saw her –
even her band members seemed to be avoiding her. Punk-white-blonde hair, skinny
jeans, impossibly high wedge heels – she was the rock version of Lady Gaga.
And, of course, once they took the stage, she hassled the sound guy forever,
and, of course, her fierceness is exactly what works for her as the lead singer
of a mostly female thrash band. I loved this band. She stood all tiny and in
command, and her white translucent hands and arms, finally freed of the knitted
black sweater, flew and wavered in front of her as she screamed at us. After
the second song, she apologized to the audience for her throat problems – the
tactics of an insecure high-strung person – setting up the reason for any
possible failure before the failure happens. She managed to carry on, and well.
They were kind of riot girrl but with complicated proggy guitar (male), strong
bass (a goth Joan Jett), and drums (more of a dark clothing with pearls type
girl). None of them outshone the princess, although the bassist was intriguing.
Best of all, she ended the set by running off the stage in tears –artists will
have their moments.
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